Emotions and Feelings

I ask’d a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I ask’d a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He wink’d at the thief And smil’d at the dame— And without one word said Had a peach from the tree, And still as a maid Enjoy’d the lady.

Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears— Ah, she doth depart. Soon as she was gone from me A traveler came by Silently, invisibly— Oh, was no deny.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? Or Love in a golden bowl?

When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still.

Can I see another’s woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another’s grief, And not seek for kind relief?

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.

Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe, After night I do crowd, And with night will go.

Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe, After night I do crowd, And with night will go.

O’er all the hilltops Is quiet now, In all the treetops Hearest thou Hardly a breath; The birds are asleep in the trees: Wait; soon like these Thou too shalt rest. 16

Do you wish to roam farther and farther? See! The Good lies so near. Only learn to seize good fortune, For good fortune’s always here.

Who strives always to the utmost, For him there is salvation. 14

The deed is everything, the glory nothing.

I love those who yearn for the impossible.

I love those who yearn for the impossible.

My peace is gone, My heart is heavy. 12

A true German can’t stand the French, Yet willingly he drinks their wines.

I am the Spirit that always denies! 11

Two souls alas! dwell in my breast.